Post by Bobbi on Sept 17, 2018 13:32:30 GMT -5
Eve arrives, and Ava returns to Sol's house.
Sol:
The rains had passed, and things were drying out. The colors of life were returning to the blooming world that surrounded Solomon Tekal's house. The pathway that led to the door was no longer waterlogged stone, dipped in mud, but had been cleared and cleaned up as best as he could manage. What plants had been damaged by the storms that had rolled through the day before were still there, flowers lip on strained stems, the backyard littered with fallen branches and leaves that had been shaken from the shade trees but the wetness was drying up. Right at that moment, he was out there, sitting at the duraglass table in the middle of it all, clipping at a small potted plant with his left hand and a pair of clippers that were held awkwardly in his grasp. Trinity had taken the kids out for a good while once he had gotten the call that Eve had arrived, and given her directions on how to reach his place. His ability to wait patiently lasted all but two minutes after the call had ended, and after that he was in need of something to occupy his mind. The little plant he was working on had small velvety leaves that covered it like a little bush with a dark rich purple blooms peeking out all over their dark green background. It was a healthy little thing, but some of the leaves had sprouted in chutes, causing the plant to be unbalanced in its pot. He was working on fixing that.
Azalees:
Evelyn Azalee did not want to be here. If it was possible to teleport herself to the other side of the galaxy, it would still not be enough distance between herself and Hapes. There’d been a time where she swore she’d never come back. And yet, here she was. Landing on Solomon Tekal’s lush front yard in the clunker that was her sister’s ship.
A wiry glance went to Ava as Eve began unstrapping herself from her seat.
“You sure you got all the pieces?” Though she spoke dryly, Eve meant no harm or insult to the junker. Her sister always did have a thing for lost causes.
As the Reckless Gambit began powering down, Ava glanced over her shoulder to her younger sister. She grinned at the comment and shrugged her shoulder. “If they’re gone then they weren’t important.” Was the reply.
Eve couldn’t refrain from rolling her eyes. “No wonder your ship blew up.”
There wouldn’t be much talk after that. The ramp lowered revealing two similar looking women – both dressed in simple spacer’s attire. The resemblance between the sisters was there; almost impossible to miss. They shared a like petite build, with Eve only standing just a mere inch taller than her 5’2 older sister. Both a heart shaped face with delicate, high cheekbones. Eve’s hair was a darker shade of brown, longer and feathered to frame her face and shoulders. While Ava’s was a light brown pulled into a messy knot-bun that had seen better days. Where Ava’s eyes were a honey brown, Eve’s were a striking deep blue.
There was one big difference between the sisters. One unmistakable difference. And that, was the swell of Eve’s belly. She stepped off the ramp and into the grass, those blue eyes skimming across the lawn before finding Solomon awkwardly trimming his plant. She grinned at him and waved happily while making her way towards him.
Ava hung back, carrying a large silver crate in one hand and a smaller duffle bag in the other. Her eyes squinted in the sunlight while inhaling the crisp air; enjoying that first breath of freshness after their ride.<E
Sol:
Colors were everywhere, and in just about every shade of the spectrum. The smell all those plants gave to the air was a mixture of everything that grew around his house. There would also be the faint smell from the nearly dry ground beneath their feet. When the sound of the ship approaching his grasp on the cutters became more uneven. He hadn't seen Eve since the incident he'd brought before Ava, and while he meant it that he had found his peace with the situation, there was still a kernel of nervousness within him over seeing Eve again. He could forgive, but it was hard to forget. Today, Solomon was wearing another short sleeved shirt, all scars once more exposed on his left arm, his right still in the inhibitors. The shirt was a looser cut one, made of a guazy material that easily moved with him as he rose and brushed some dirt off of his tan pants before moving to greet the sisters. The turn had been made softly, his left hand on the table top for balance, the cutters placed to the side after the sound of the ramp settling into the grass had been heard. There was no going back now. She smiled, and he smiled and then started her way, using the time to assess her condition. "Hello Eve, welcome to my home." His gaze shifted to catch Ava as he spoke, "Please," a motion was made toward the front door, "Come in."
Azalees:
It wasn’t much of a ‘condition’. She was simply pregnant and looked to be in the last length of it. The waistline of her pants were elastic to accommodate her large stomach and gray blouse she wore covered the entirety of her swell and then some. It almost looked too large but comfortable. Which was exactly what Eve was going for.
“It’s very lovely.” She complimented. “Did you and Trinity plant the flowers?”
Ava, who was dressed in faded blue cargo pants and a dark blue t-shirt, politely nodded her head as she followed behind the two.
Sol:
"I did." It wasn't a long walk to the front door, but there he paused to look her over again, "You look well." He was then turning to open the door for them all. The inside of the house had not changed much at all from when Ava had last seen it, but Solomon had made some room for whatever space Eve might have needed. The conformcouch had been pushed to the side, against a wall giving the sitting arangement a little bit more space. The chairs remained where they had been, and there were very few toys scattered around that common room anymore. Otherwise, it looked the same.
Azalees:
“Where do you want this?” Ava asked to her sister; who pointed at a space where the chairs were. Quietly both the crate and the bag were set down.
“Thanks, Ava.” Eve turned her attention on Solomon. “It’s some equipment, should we need it.” She took note of his shoulder and arm, his posture and the way he carried himself. “Can you tell me again what’s going on?”
Sol:
HIs left hand rolled into a light fist, his fingers flexing one by one against the palm of his hand as Ava set the bags down where Eve had instructed. To Eve he nodded and said "Whatever space you need, just say the word." After that came a short pause before he told her, "Severe muscle strain caused by tension feedback from a support brace I had been wearing." His brow creasing with some passing thought, "This can wait -- do you need to sit down for a bit or anything?"
Azalees:
Eve smiled kindly at Solomon for his offer as her head shook. “Thank you but no. I’m fine. I’d like to start looking at your shoulder and arm if you’re good with it.”
Sol:
Giving Eve a small nod, Sol moved closer to one of the chairs and began undoing the locking clasps that kept the inhibitor on his arm in place. "The swelling has gone down quite a bit since we last spoke," He told her, pulling his right arm closer and across his form to reach a lock at the edge of his finger tips.
Azalees:
“Can I see the inhibitor?” She asked.
Sol:
An awkard reach to his shoulder happened just after that question, the inhibitor coming free from his arm, propped against the back of the chair to keep it from dropping heavily to the floor. Snaking his left hand beneath the device on his shoulder, he lifted it off and held that piece out to Eve. It would be a fairly standard piece of medical tech, designed for the use that Solomon's doctors had him putting it to.
Azalees:
Standard was the word for it.
She over looked the device, feeling her face transform into a frown. She could feel the tight knit of her brows begin to pinch at the center of her forehead.
“I’m familiar with this model.” She said. “But… it’s not fitted right for you. They’ve got the calibration off. And they could have given you something better.” Eve mumbled the last part. The inhibitor was set down at her side. “I’ll be right back.”
Moving away from Solomon, Eve looked once at her sister. “Can you lift the crate for me?”
“Yeah.”
Lifting the crate off the floor and onto one of the chairs, Eve unsnapped the latch and pulled out a different modeled inhibitor. The mechanism was thinner, sleeker than the bulky one Solomon had been using. “I have a coworker at the hospital I work at who recently used one of these on a patient. He said the treatment it provided for muscle strains is remarkable. It should have you back up and running in a few days; if not sooner.” She explained while carrying the device to Solomon.
“So, usually muscle strands are a simple fix. Rest. Ice. A few applications of bacta salves and they’re normally gone by the next day. They’re not a huge issue like they might have been before bacta.” It really was a miracle drug. “However, there are extreme cases like yours where they’re so much muscle loss that any strain, no matter how small, can be detrimental.”
muscle strains*
Sol:
He was being careful with his right arm as he moved, keeping himself from rubbing it against his shirt too much, or grazing the furniture with it, turning to watch what the sisters were doing with the crate. "Will I need to continue to use bacta with this one, too?" The skin of his arm was glossy, deepening the appearance of the scars that twined around it, thin as they were, proof that he had not gone against medical advice and had applied some not too long ago.
Azalees:
“I’m going to do a quick assessment of your arm. Check your range of motion and things like that. Let me know if you feel any tightness or pain.” Gingerly, Eve reached out to his arm. “How many days have you been using bacta?”
Sol:
"Alright," After the first couple of days, the need for the numbing agent had worn off as the swelling had reduced enough with the help of the bacta to no longer need it. The natural compound had a way of cooling and numbing all on its own, just not quite as deeply as something completely devoted to that outcome. "I've been using it since the day before we spoke to help with the swelling, so four -- five?" He paused there, mentally checking his math before he said, "The joint is a little stiff so just tell me how you want me to move." His eyes on Eve were unsteady, vield over with a growing sense of unease. He'd come this far though, and so had she. It could go further than this. He just had to let it.
Azalees:
“And you’ve been using the inhibitor with it? Following the physician's instructions?” She asked, reaching out to touch him.
Sol:
Was he using everything according to instructions? Solomon nodded his yes to that, but flinched back away from her the moment Eve moved to touch him. It was not the flinch of a wounded animal, the arm was not pulled in tight to his body. It was a tiny reaction. He had asked for a small amount of space, and had been expecting to get it. Eve, however, seemed to have missed the request for what it was. His mind jumped track, diverting itself away from the thought of not being able to do this. He'd asked her to come. She had dropped everything she'd been doing to be there. What reason would she have had to come all that way just to hurt him? The answer was none, and he was already hurt. And she was a doctor. And he needed her help. And there was The Force, and all was alright because this was his home, and he was never alone in it.
Azalees:
The second Solomon flinched, Eve pulled away. Her hands folded at her lap in a neat manner as she looked at him. “You okay?” She asked. “I need to be able to access what you’re dealing with if I’m going to be able to help. Otherwise, it’s going to be the same generalized treatment you’ve already received.”
Sol:
"I'm fine," He tried on a smile that last a moment and flat lined a second later, "I was not ready. I'm okay, though. I just need some warning next time."
Azalees:
Eve wasn't sure what Solomon expected to happen when she told him that -she'd- have to access his shoulder. She looked at him, remembering past history on Solomon's difficulty in treatment.
"I'm not here to hurt you." She assured. "And I know you don't like being touched, but you just moving your arm on your own isn't going to tell me much." There, Eve tried for a small smile. "We gotta work together so we can figure what's the best path to take here."
"Okay, so," She spoke as her hands remained in her lap. "With your permission, I'm going to touch and move your shoulder now." Eve looked at him from where she stood, watching his body and face for any signs of tension or stress.
Ava, who silently tucked away, could a tension rise. And like before when Solomon first called her sister, she extended similar aid in the Force to him. A comfort. A supporting hand. A reminder that he wasn't in danger.
Sol:
He was leaning into what he already knew. Using the knowledge that this was his house, and these small steps were alright. She was right, and he knew it. They were going to have to work together on this. He had a few extra steps than she did to get there, but he made them and gave a shallow dip of his head. "Alright." Just as he had before, when things started to feel overwhelming, he turned to old techniques to calm himself. The more he used them, the more effective they were and the more comfortable he became. Ava being there, Eve being there, was the pushing of a line. One that felt tight and elastic, stretched to its capacity but unbreakable.
Azalees:
As if sensing that the number of people was too many for Solomon, Ava cleared her throat. "Would you feel more comfortable if I stepped out of the room?"
Sol:
"No," his left hand moved up, palm open toward the air Ava's direction to stay any movement she might make, "Stay there." What was going on internally was starting to show itself externally in little ways..the hand he held up toward Ava was at the end of an arm that came to a shoulder set in determination. While there was discomfort, he could get past it.
Azalees:
Ava responded with a nod. She could see the discomfort on his face as it combated with the determination to see the ordeal through. She continued to have that support offered to him. It wasn't shoved or forced, but just there if he wanted it - like an extended hand patiently waiting.
Eve, for her part, gave one last warning that she was about to begin before gently rotating his shoulder in various directions.
The touch was both firm and yet extremely ginger. Nothing that she did would push Solomon to physical pain. She could already feel how tight the joint was.
"You said you strained this by overloading the sensors in the brace?" She asked as his shoulder was gently moved forward and then back. "How does that feel?"
Sol:
The inward battle that Ava was watching on his expression would be overtaken by a tight pull to his lips and a shutting of his eyes as Eve gently worked the joint. His breathing shifted, air pulled in by his nose and exhaled very slowly through his mouth. There was no sense of -pain- through The Force, or his expression. It would be more a sense of extreme discomfort. He let Eve do what she needed to do, "Mhm," was the answer to her question, "Got into an argument," he breathed in, "Got too tense," and breathed out. "It feels better than it did when I called you, but not by much."
Sol:
The rains had passed, and things were drying out. The colors of life were returning to the blooming world that surrounded Solomon Tekal's house. The pathway that led to the door was no longer waterlogged stone, dipped in mud, but had been cleared and cleaned up as best as he could manage. What plants had been damaged by the storms that had rolled through the day before were still there, flowers lip on strained stems, the backyard littered with fallen branches and leaves that had been shaken from the shade trees but the wetness was drying up. Right at that moment, he was out there, sitting at the duraglass table in the middle of it all, clipping at a small potted plant with his left hand and a pair of clippers that were held awkwardly in his grasp. Trinity had taken the kids out for a good while once he had gotten the call that Eve had arrived, and given her directions on how to reach his place. His ability to wait patiently lasted all but two minutes after the call had ended, and after that he was in need of something to occupy his mind. The little plant he was working on had small velvety leaves that covered it like a little bush with a dark rich purple blooms peeking out all over their dark green background. It was a healthy little thing, but some of the leaves had sprouted in chutes, causing the plant to be unbalanced in its pot. He was working on fixing that.
Azalees:
Evelyn Azalee did not want to be here. If it was possible to teleport herself to the other side of the galaxy, it would still not be enough distance between herself and Hapes. There’d been a time where she swore she’d never come back. And yet, here she was. Landing on Solomon Tekal’s lush front yard in the clunker that was her sister’s ship.
A wiry glance went to Ava as Eve began unstrapping herself from her seat.
“You sure you got all the pieces?” Though she spoke dryly, Eve meant no harm or insult to the junker. Her sister always did have a thing for lost causes.
As the Reckless Gambit began powering down, Ava glanced over her shoulder to her younger sister. She grinned at the comment and shrugged her shoulder. “If they’re gone then they weren’t important.” Was the reply.
Eve couldn’t refrain from rolling her eyes. “No wonder your ship blew up.”
There wouldn’t be much talk after that. The ramp lowered revealing two similar looking women – both dressed in simple spacer’s attire. The resemblance between the sisters was there; almost impossible to miss. They shared a like petite build, with Eve only standing just a mere inch taller than her 5’2 older sister. Both a heart shaped face with delicate, high cheekbones. Eve’s hair was a darker shade of brown, longer and feathered to frame her face and shoulders. While Ava’s was a light brown pulled into a messy knot-bun that had seen better days. Where Ava’s eyes were a honey brown, Eve’s were a striking deep blue.
There was one big difference between the sisters. One unmistakable difference. And that, was the swell of Eve’s belly. She stepped off the ramp and into the grass, those blue eyes skimming across the lawn before finding Solomon awkwardly trimming his plant. She grinned at him and waved happily while making her way towards him.
Ava hung back, carrying a large silver crate in one hand and a smaller duffle bag in the other. Her eyes squinted in the sunlight while inhaling the crisp air; enjoying that first breath of freshness after their ride.<E
Sol:
Colors were everywhere, and in just about every shade of the spectrum. The smell all those plants gave to the air was a mixture of everything that grew around his house. There would also be the faint smell from the nearly dry ground beneath their feet. When the sound of the ship approaching his grasp on the cutters became more uneven. He hadn't seen Eve since the incident he'd brought before Ava, and while he meant it that he had found his peace with the situation, there was still a kernel of nervousness within him over seeing Eve again. He could forgive, but it was hard to forget. Today, Solomon was wearing another short sleeved shirt, all scars once more exposed on his left arm, his right still in the inhibitors. The shirt was a looser cut one, made of a guazy material that easily moved with him as he rose and brushed some dirt off of his tan pants before moving to greet the sisters. The turn had been made softly, his left hand on the table top for balance, the cutters placed to the side after the sound of the ramp settling into the grass had been heard. There was no going back now. She smiled, and he smiled and then started her way, using the time to assess her condition. "Hello Eve, welcome to my home." His gaze shifted to catch Ava as he spoke, "Please," a motion was made toward the front door, "Come in."
Azalees:
It wasn’t much of a ‘condition’. She was simply pregnant and looked to be in the last length of it. The waistline of her pants were elastic to accommodate her large stomach and gray blouse she wore covered the entirety of her swell and then some. It almost looked too large but comfortable. Which was exactly what Eve was going for.
“It’s very lovely.” She complimented. “Did you and Trinity plant the flowers?”
Ava, who was dressed in faded blue cargo pants and a dark blue t-shirt, politely nodded her head as she followed behind the two.
Sol:
"I did." It wasn't a long walk to the front door, but there he paused to look her over again, "You look well." He was then turning to open the door for them all. The inside of the house had not changed much at all from when Ava had last seen it, but Solomon had made some room for whatever space Eve might have needed. The conformcouch had been pushed to the side, against a wall giving the sitting arangement a little bit more space. The chairs remained where they had been, and there were very few toys scattered around that common room anymore. Otherwise, it looked the same.
Azalees:
“Where do you want this?” Ava asked to her sister; who pointed at a space where the chairs were. Quietly both the crate and the bag were set down.
“Thanks, Ava.” Eve turned her attention on Solomon. “It’s some equipment, should we need it.” She took note of his shoulder and arm, his posture and the way he carried himself. “Can you tell me again what’s going on?”
Sol:
HIs left hand rolled into a light fist, his fingers flexing one by one against the palm of his hand as Ava set the bags down where Eve had instructed. To Eve he nodded and said "Whatever space you need, just say the word." After that came a short pause before he told her, "Severe muscle strain caused by tension feedback from a support brace I had been wearing." His brow creasing with some passing thought, "This can wait -- do you need to sit down for a bit or anything?"
Azalees:
Eve smiled kindly at Solomon for his offer as her head shook. “Thank you but no. I’m fine. I’d like to start looking at your shoulder and arm if you’re good with it.”
Sol:
Giving Eve a small nod, Sol moved closer to one of the chairs and began undoing the locking clasps that kept the inhibitor on his arm in place. "The swelling has gone down quite a bit since we last spoke," He told her, pulling his right arm closer and across his form to reach a lock at the edge of his finger tips.
Azalees:
“Can I see the inhibitor?” She asked.
Sol:
An awkard reach to his shoulder happened just after that question, the inhibitor coming free from his arm, propped against the back of the chair to keep it from dropping heavily to the floor. Snaking his left hand beneath the device on his shoulder, he lifted it off and held that piece out to Eve. It would be a fairly standard piece of medical tech, designed for the use that Solomon's doctors had him putting it to.
Azalees:
Standard was the word for it.
She over looked the device, feeling her face transform into a frown. She could feel the tight knit of her brows begin to pinch at the center of her forehead.
“I’m familiar with this model.” She said. “But… it’s not fitted right for you. They’ve got the calibration off. And they could have given you something better.” Eve mumbled the last part. The inhibitor was set down at her side. “I’ll be right back.”
Moving away from Solomon, Eve looked once at her sister. “Can you lift the crate for me?”
“Yeah.”
Lifting the crate off the floor and onto one of the chairs, Eve unsnapped the latch and pulled out a different modeled inhibitor. The mechanism was thinner, sleeker than the bulky one Solomon had been using. “I have a coworker at the hospital I work at who recently used one of these on a patient. He said the treatment it provided for muscle strains is remarkable. It should have you back up and running in a few days; if not sooner.” She explained while carrying the device to Solomon.
“So, usually muscle strands are a simple fix. Rest. Ice. A few applications of bacta salves and they’re normally gone by the next day. They’re not a huge issue like they might have been before bacta.” It really was a miracle drug. “However, there are extreme cases like yours where they’re so much muscle loss that any strain, no matter how small, can be detrimental.”
muscle strains*
Sol:
He was being careful with his right arm as he moved, keeping himself from rubbing it against his shirt too much, or grazing the furniture with it, turning to watch what the sisters were doing with the crate. "Will I need to continue to use bacta with this one, too?" The skin of his arm was glossy, deepening the appearance of the scars that twined around it, thin as they were, proof that he had not gone against medical advice and had applied some not too long ago.
Azalees:
“I’m going to do a quick assessment of your arm. Check your range of motion and things like that. Let me know if you feel any tightness or pain.” Gingerly, Eve reached out to his arm. “How many days have you been using bacta?”
Sol:
"Alright," After the first couple of days, the need for the numbing agent had worn off as the swelling had reduced enough with the help of the bacta to no longer need it. The natural compound had a way of cooling and numbing all on its own, just not quite as deeply as something completely devoted to that outcome. "I've been using it since the day before we spoke to help with the swelling, so four -- five?" He paused there, mentally checking his math before he said, "The joint is a little stiff so just tell me how you want me to move." His eyes on Eve were unsteady, vield over with a growing sense of unease. He'd come this far though, and so had she. It could go further than this. He just had to let it.
Azalees:
“And you’ve been using the inhibitor with it? Following the physician's instructions?” She asked, reaching out to touch him.
Sol:
Was he using everything according to instructions? Solomon nodded his yes to that, but flinched back away from her the moment Eve moved to touch him. It was not the flinch of a wounded animal, the arm was not pulled in tight to his body. It was a tiny reaction. He had asked for a small amount of space, and had been expecting to get it. Eve, however, seemed to have missed the request for what it was. His mind jumped track, diverting itself away from the thought of not being able to do this. He'd asked her to come. She had dropped everything she'd been doing to be there. What reason would she have had to come all that way just to hurt him? The answer was none, and he was already hurt. And she was a doctor. And he needed her help. And there was The Force, and all was alright because this was his home, and he was never alone in it.
Azalees:
The second Solomon flinched, Eve pulled away. Her hands folded at her lap in a neat manner as she looked at him. “You okay?” She asked. “I need to be able to access what you’re dealing with if I’m going to be able to help. Otherwise, it’s going to be the same generalized treatment you’ve already received.”
Sol:
"I'm fine," He tried on a smile that last a moment and flat lined a second later, "I was not ready. I'm okay, though. I just need some warning next time."
Azalees:
Eve wasn't sure what Solomon expected to happen when she told him that -she'd- have to access his shoulder. She looked at him, remembering past history on Solomon's difficulty in treatment.
"I'm not here to hurt you." She assured. "And I know you don't like being touched, but you just moving your arm on your own isn't going to tell me much." There, Eve tried for a small smile. "We gotta work together so we can figure what's the best path to take here."
"Okay, so," She spoke as her hands remained in her lap. "With your permission, I'm going to touch and move your shoulder now." Eve looked at him from where she stood, watching his body and face for any signs of tension or stress.
Ava, who silently tucked away, could a tension rise. And like before when Solomon first called her sister, she extended similar aid in the Force to him. A comfort. A supporting hand. A reminder that he wasn't in danger.
Sol:
He was leaning into what he already knew. Using the knowledge that this was his house, and these small steps were alright. She was right, and he knew it. They were going to have to work together on this. He had a few extra steps than she did to get there, but he made them and gave a shallow dip of his head. "Alright." Just as he had before, when things started to feel overwhelming, he turned to old techniques to calm himself. The more he used them, the more effective they were and the more comfortable he became. Ava being there, Eve being there, was the pushing of a line. One that felt tight and elastic, stretched to its capacity but unbreakable.
Azalees:
As if sensing that the number of people was too many for Solomon, Ava cleared her throat. "Would you feel more comfortable if I stepped out of the room?"
Sol:
"No," his left hand moved up, palm open toward the air Ava's direction to stay any movement she might make, "Stay there." What was going on internally was starting to show itself externally in little ways..the hand he held up toward Ava was at the end of an arm that came to a shoulder set in determination. While there was discomfort, he could get past it.
Azalees:
Ava responded with a nod. She could see the discomfort on his face as it combated with the determination to see the ordeal through. She continued to have that support offered to him. It wasn't shoved or forced, but just there if he wanted it - like an extended hand patiently waiting.
Eve, for her part, gave one last warning that she was about to begin before gently rotating his shoulder in various directions.
The touch was both firm and yet extremely ginger. Nothing that she did would push Solomon to physical pain. She could already feel how tight the joint was.
"You said you strained this by overloading the sensors in the brace?" She asked as his shoulder was gently moved forward and then back. "How does that feel?"
Sol:
The inward battle that Ava was watching on his expression would be overtaken by a tight pull to his lips and a shutting of his eyes as Eve gently worked the joint. His breathing shifted, air pulled in by his nose and exhaled very slowly through his mouth. There was no sense of -pain- through The Force, or his expression. It would be more a sense of extreme discomfort. He let Eve do what she needed to do, "Mhm," was the answer to her question, "Got into an argument," he breathed in, "Got too tense," and breathed out. "It feels better than it did when I called you, but not by much."